Inside the wooden hut, Chen Mobai sat on a cushion, his forehead veins bulging, his face showing signs of pain.

Just then, the white jade bell beside him rang out with a crisp, pleasant sound, like heavenly music falling into his ears. His pained expression began to ease, gradually returning to normal.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Mobai opened his eyes, two sharp lights flashing from his pupils, slowly receding after a while.

This was a sign of his consciousness breaking through again, a phenomenon he was still unable to fully control.